Caedus gave Vent quite a dumbfounded look. He had no idea what might be there, and he wasnt up for any parlor tricks after the hell he had just endured. Still... He figured he may as well humor Vent to an extent.

"If used correctly it could be all of those. What is under this cloth is the greatest secret we Destrian Shadows hold over the world. It's with this the great one sent out the call to the mind of every Destrian. It is with this, we plan on ending the coming war." Vent tore off the cloth revealing a pure white column. However it was what was atop the column that beckoned interest. A large black orb. Looking into it seemed to reveal multitudes of endless space filled with nothing but the very essence of power. Thinly etched into its surface with a deep, royal purple was the emblem of Destry. "This, Caedus, is the legendary Orb of Destry. One of the four Orbs that granted magic to the mortal world."

Seth gave a quick look to Sela. "I can stand on my own old timer."
Seth just smiled before walking over and kneeling down next to Night and Siana. "I figured he was human as Chilliam's body was destroyed in the Conflict. What I had asked was why you didn't kill this child to free him of the possesion. There are far too few ways to end a demonic grip on a human without killing the person. Judging from your expression, you know this child. Is that why you didn't slay him on the spot?" Seth looked at Night for a moment before returning his gaze to Siana. "Another thing is how did Chilliam possess him? For him to do that he must've met this boy before and marked him. Only Naxus was powerful enough to possess an untainted human. So I ask again, do you know this boy?"

"Yes. His name is Night. We met him... Richand and I... fifteen years ago, in the Destrian Conflict. He was running from people who wanted him dead because of the mark."
She glanced at the purple mark visible in patches under the folds of his cloak.
"He came with us. He fought Storm with us, once. He met Zanaku and Drake... And then he left. He was with Richand, in Sagomir Gorge... he lost control of the mark and slaughtered the Destrian soldiers following them. He couldn't take it, I think, couldn't handle the fact that he might have been a danger. He didn't want to hurt us, so he ran off. Richand and I looked for him over the years... but we never found him. I eventually began to fear the worst, but Richand always said we'd see him again. What I don't understand as why he looks the same as he did fifteen years ago. Is that because of the mark too?"

"Possibly. When a human survives being marked by demon they partially absorb certain particular traits, most influenced by the specific demon that marked them. The one trait they all share is the human can now be possessed by any demon. This is done in three ways. The first is through the demon forcing the possession. Chilliam is not powerful enough for that if my memory serves me right. The second is if the human wills it but this means he or she has dominance over the demon. However this is extremely rare as few basic humans have the power or the desire to become monsters. The third, and easiest, is for the human to exhaust themselves rapidly following which the demon will force control. As I said Chilliam is not powerful enough for forcing control. And judging by what you said, this youth does not have dominance. So it is likely that he was exhausted and Chilliam simply took control. As for his appearance, as I mentioned the marked human can take on traits of the demon. It's likely his preserved youth is a trait, though I can't be entirely sure unless he were awake to speak"

"If used correctly it could be all of those. What is under this cloth is the greatest secret we Destrian Shadows hold over the world. It's with this the great one sent out the call to the mind of every Destrian. It is with this, we plan on ending the coming war." Vent tore off the cloth revealing a pure white column. However it was what was atop the column that beckoned interest. A large black orb. Looking into it seemed to reveal multitudes of endless space filled with nothing but the very essence of power. Thinly etched into its surface with a deep, royal purple was the emblem of Destry. "This, Caedus, is the legendary Orb of Destry. One of the four Orbs that granted magic to the mortal world."

Caedus gazed at the orb. It was a magnificent, and at the same time, a terrifying sight. The orbs had been thought to have all been destroyed at the end of the Destrian conflict. he thick smoke of purple and black that billowed within the orb beckoned to Caedus. Staring into the orb, he could not take his eyes off of it. He then noticed a hand was moving towards the orb, as if to grab it. It took him a moment to realize it was his hand that was moving forward, and he could not stop, nor did he want to.

"The power... This is what gave Him the power..."

As soon as Caedus' finger touched the orb, an image flashed into his head of a dark figure. Time skipped forward and flashed to his father, lying on the ground crying in pain as the figure scoffed. It changed again, this time to the figure pronouncing some sort of speech to battallions of soldiers. It then forwarded once more to a clash between two forces, one which appeared to be a shadow, while the other was pure light.

Caedus was blasted back onto the ground. He slowly righted himself as he stood up and looked at Vent.

"It was testing you. The great one knows much about the orbs, this one in particular. In fact I believe the traitor Seth is the only one who knows more. According to the great one, when Seth turned traitor he claimed to have been the creater of the orbs. Truth or not, his age and connections have likely given him a mastery over them." Vent slowly replaced the cloth over the pedestal. "And do not think you're alone in the experience you just went through. The first time I touched it a similar event occurred. Keep what you saw to yourself, as it was yours alone to see. The fact you aren't spouting nonsense tells me it finds you suitable. Yet the fact it did not glow with power means it has not awoken. After your father, Richand, scattered the orbs, all of them have gone dorment. Thier power can still be used however its full strength is locked. When it glows with power at the touch that means it will fully awaken in that persons hands. Certain people are able to bypass this though it means they have knowledge about the workings of the orbs or that they can naturally draw out the true power of what they wield."

"Well for one, Richand. His role as Avatar of Light automatically makes him draw out the full power of whatever he holds. It's the main reason he defeated Valentine at the end of the Conflict." Vent set the pedestal back where it was before turning back to Vent. "The great one knows exactly who can use it to its full power. I won't say who, the knowledge isn't yours to know right now. But I will say this, the person is of great importance to both sides of this battle." Vent hoped his vague hint wouldn't let Caedus understand that he was the important one. I'd rather leave him in the dark where he can grow stronger and figure it out himself. "Now Caedus, don't let it bother you. You'll likely figure it out over the course of your time with us. Now the task I just had you do tested your strength of mind and commitment to the Shadows. We will return to the city and then you shall undergo a test of strength."

Caedus sat there, pondering his thoughts. His father was the Avatar of Light... Caedus couldnt help to hide the slight glimpse of fear of what would happen to him if his father found out that he had changed sides. True, to him it was noble... But he knew he would never be able to convince either Richand or Siana or any of his former allies to see through his eyes.

"Vent... Im not sure if I want to do this anymore... My father would be so angry if he learns what I have done... I cant do it... I am too widely known... I cant... My name has too much honor behind it..."

Caedus tried to hold back his feelings of guilt... but he was finding his attempts very unsuccessful.